OK. So now I need to take my truck in to get fixed. I asked my mother if she can give me a ride to and from work. She can't. Great right. No one I know lives or works close enough to me to help out with a ride.
The bullshit gets better. Lotus needs her check up and shots. I have enough money to do one or the other...unless I put one on a credit card...which I only pray I have enough room on a card. I'm stressing big time. I can barely afford to exist as it is. I am trying to work out a plan while my mom and I are taking the dogs for a walk. She keeps changing the fucking subject to "look how they did their yard...", "What's that noise?" "Blah blah blah." I voiced my frustration, what is her reply. A god speech..I need to pray..I need to accept christ yadda yadda yadda. Once again....I have a serious problem and someone tells me to pray. Is it me? Oh, pray and you'll feel better? Sounds like a little something I call "Fuck it, I don't care"....same results. Apparently god is a mechanic AND a vet, I have an OBGYN appointment to?"You need to get in to god's stirrups and scoot to then end of the holy exam table. LOL...can he help with that?
Well Lotus's health comes first, but I really don't feel like being stranded in the ghetto because my truck decided to take a nap. So in lieu of all this I had to budget my grocery shopping under 40 bucks....and oh the fine quality vittles one can obtain for 40 bucks. Apparently I was not shopping at God Mart.
I should just pack it up and move to Iowa as planned. Atleast you can survive financially there...in Gods Country.
Friday, June 1, 2007
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